Disclaimer: Twilight and the series' characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. The few characters I have introduced for my fanfic earn me no monetary value what so ever and hope she does not mind my imagined life for Alice that was merely referenced to in the first book of the Saga.

Author's Note: In the last chapter, you probably had questions about the absence of certain scenes. I will answer them in the sequel which will be posted at a much slower rate than this because while I was transferring this over, and taking the time to edit, I was struck by the need to write more. So be sure to tag me for Following the Author, and keep an eye out for the Title, "You Found Me, Just A Little Late". Also, I would appreciate any questions you might have (that I might not think to address on my own) to be posted in the review. I'll try to fit them in as well for the following story.

Also, the section before 1948 may feel out of place because I realized this was not long enough to be considered a "chapter" by 's qualifications so it was added in.

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In the beginning, there was nothing – nothing to see, nothing to taste, nothing to feel. There was only a lack of the fire, of the flames and the burn that had scorched her insides for hours, days, weeks. For the girl alone in the darkness there was no way to tell how much time had passed or where she was. All she knew was she was thirsty, unbearably and undeniably thirsty. Of all the senses she possessed the only one at her disposal seemed to be her hearing and while she must be closed off from the world by concrete, the sound of fluttering, a steady beat caught her attention the best and the burning returned, this time only a dry heat that required immediate attention at her throat.

Moving before she had addressed the need to find the source of that sound, she was outside, the crumbling pieces of tomb falling to the ground behind her, dust clinging to the starch of her clothing. Things were too bright, the sun's illuminating rays too much for her sensitive and light deprived eyes. After the time in, she turned back to stare at the mausoleum, the outside world was horribly detailed. The young woman took stock of herself, hands running over the uncomfortable texture of her long gown.

Glittering in the daylight, the fawn haired beauty was distracted with her own skin's appearance, standing so still that she would be thought an apparition by a passerby. It was not until the incredibly loud, if only to her new founds ears, skittering of clawed feet caught her attention, the hum of a heart beat reminding her of her need to satiate her thirst. Again, before she had finished thinking that she wanted she had in her grasp the very animal that would be her first of many meals.

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The 1920s suited the pixie's short hair, and angular heart shaped features, Alice dressing herself in the clothes of one of her victims. The amnesiac newborn had found her only clue as to her identity, bloodstained and falling apart on the tag along the bracelet at her wrist after her first kill, a badger. The deaths that had followed; a cat, several birds and smaller rodents had been disgusting to her taste until they were washed away by the sweet, sweet nectar of the couple that had been unlucky enough to cross her path.

She had acted without thought, purely on instinct, and once their bodies had lain side by side on the gravel road of the cemetery she had felt, remorse for their deaths but another thought had flickered at the back of her mind. The woman's body was clothed in formal, but flattering, layers of cotton, the texture much more pleasing than what Alice wore herself and slipping into them, though they were looser on her spritely frame, she felt better.

The sound of tires on gravel further down the road alerted her to the fact others were coming into the cemetery. Hunger flared anew and staring in the direction the newcomers would be approaching from she felt a moment's hesitation before turning away. As soon as she had fled the cemetery, she was frozen in place by the most debilitating loss of sight and then the feeling of being thrown forward, her bright red eyes losing their focus…

1948

Every day for the past week Alice had come to the diner and waited, sitting at the counter on one the turn style stools, her hands between her thighs and her eyes on the door. Five nights had come and gone, the stormy weather she had seen her future partner traveling in holding strong above the Philly skyline. It would be today, the tingle along her skin - the electricity that made her hair stand on end; she sensed it would be tonight.

As the door opened Alice was overcome with pleasure - it was him.

Water clung to his hair, glistening like diamonds - the only shimmer the surrounding humans would be able to notice. His eyes were dark with thirst, the last of red around the edges of his irises and his jaw was clenched tight as the other vampire's gaze fell on her.

Hopping off her perch, Alice approached the young man with a smile - warmth radiating from her cold body as she stepped up towards him, "You've kept me waiting a long time."

A pause, so brief no one would notice, passed between them as the man swallowed his confusion and ducked his head, "I'm sorry, ma'am."

Accepting his apology, Alice held out her hand, thin fingers waiting for his broader violinist's touch. As their skin connected Alice felt herself melt against his touch and their future sprawled out before her.